Some girl
Shows me how to
Put eye liner on:
It's 9:14 in the morning.

A slam of the door.
She leaves it open.
Checks the time, sees there's more,
Slips her mask back over her eyes,
And gets five more minutes.

Sunlight beats against my thick
White drapes like one of those battering
Ram in all those medieval movies.

There's been so many of those lately.

My taste buds
Are on fire.
The coffee is too hot.

When the words, the ideas,
The flare chooses not to come,
I am
Not.

A little wine left.
A small breeze outside.
Cars passing by.
Relishing in my passing youth.
Age cometh.
Death taketh me away.

I dipped my hand into the cool water
And whirled my hand around,
Trying to stir whatever lived down there.

I touched the tip of the statue of liberty.
I grazed through a 10,000 bone cathedral.
I tickled love making in a very small, white room.
I pinched solitary nights typing away at something
That would later be thrown away by accident.

There are so many diamonds in these fields,
It's hard to get yourself to pick one out that's special.
They all shine, they all glimmer, but only a few
Tell the story I want to tell.

Which one would you choose?
Which one would leave you feeling satisfied,
Worthwhile, challenged, spent?

There are only so many deeds that can
Get you into heaven.

Which one will you do

Or

Not?